She Took Away What Was Most Important to Me

And then life decided things were going a little too well and slammed the drama button.

Jenny moved to another city with her parents.

I tried to act like it was fine.

People move all the time.

We'd still talk online.

But deep down, I felt like someone had yanked a piece of my life out and carried it off hundreds of miles away.

We really did stay in touch.

We became those best friends who knew each other's schedules better than their own, but it still wasn't the same.

But when I turned 12, something unexpected happened in my life.

My parents were offered a job in the very city Jenny had moved to.

I still remember standing in the middle of the room squealing because it just felt too good to be true.

After we moved, I ended up going to the same school as Jenny.

At first, everything seemed perfect, until I realized that while we were apart, she'd found a new crowd, new friends, and even a new best friend.

It felt like getting punched in the gut.

I'd waited so long for us to reunite, imagining everything would go back to how it used to be, but it turned out that her life hadn't stopped just because I was stuck replaying old memories.

I was upset.

I was hurt, and I felt betrayed even though I knew she hadn't actually done anything wrong.

My first impulse was to go up to her and start a fight, to lay it all out and tell Jenny exactly how I felt.

But in the end, I stayed quiet because I was terrified of ruining everything.

Over time, we finally talked things out and grew close again.

Not like before, because we'd both changed, but it was genuine.

We became best friends again, and it felt like life was finally getting back on track.